Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.